Well, where we do not.
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Forever, when it's hot, bracho, you want to lie down in the snow.
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Succeed everywhere. |
Pressing for time.
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The first one survives, but the prize is fake!
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There are a million ideas, but what's the point,
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If they gather dust, as if books have been on the shelves for so long?
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We are not looking for the truth - after all, it is,
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Like a needle in a haystack, at your side.
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There are hundreds of sheets in notebooks asking for lines,
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The music will come late at night.
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Take me to another world, invented in winter.
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Give wings to leave Babylon.
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One love, seven notes - that's my faith!
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Stage, micro in hand, plus an old Fender.
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You know, brother, this is the best thrill!
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Forgive me if something is wrong ...
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Chorus:
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A whole world around the corner
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Just don't be lazy, don't be lazy!
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The white sheet will ask you a lot
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- not Yuli, not Yuli ...
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Here the mind cannot understand, mana, fogs and beckons further and further -
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I'm like a paper boat in the sea.
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Here every day there is a calm of ideas.
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No news, well, sit and wait.
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When heaven hears prayers
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The sails will again fill with a whirlwind.
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Just to see the light of a star,
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That led me for so many years in the dark.
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A load of losses, plus for those on the road.
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May I be buried again every year.
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True, as to the throat - steel.
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Brother, we are all guests here...
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Chorus:
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A whole world around the corner
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Just don't be lazy, don't be lazy!
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The white sheet will ask you a lot
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- not Yuli, not Yuli ...
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The white sheet will ask you a lot
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- not Yuli, not Yuli ... |